Page 32 of Love your Billionaire Boss

Cleo pretended she didn’t hear him and looked around to see if anyone needed her. She was on her own. Kev leaned in and smiled at her.

“What do you say about me taking you out tonight?”

“I’m working.” Cleo looked around the bar as if it was obvious.

“After.”

“I’m closing tonight.”

“You’re making this harder than it has to be.”

“Nothing will be open at 3 a.m.”

“My condo will be.” He smirked at her, leaning back on the barstool.

“I don’t think so.”

He gave her an icy look and finished his drink. “I’ll take another one.”

Cleo turned to pull the bottle of whiskey from the shelf, rolling his eyes that he was staying longer. She poured him a less generous serving this time and slid his drink toward him.

Thankfully, the two elderly men who were chatting about the team earlier waved her over to order another round of beer. She poured their beer into frosted glasses and slid their drinks toward them with a thankful smile.

“That boy bothering ya?” one of them asked, nodding toward Kev.

“Oh no. It’s fine. He comes on a little strong, but I think he’s harmless.”

“You let us know if he’s causing you any trouble. He may be on the team, but that doesn’t mean he’s untouchable.”

She nodded gratefully before getting back to placing glasses on the shelves. She heard Kev place his glass down loudly on the counter, as if trying to get her attention. Was he done already? If so, he was probably getting dangerously close to crossing the line more than he already had. She heard him clear his throat.

She turned around and raised a questioning eyebrow at his empty glass.

“Maybe you’d like some water? Or something from the kitchen?”

“I’d like another drink,” he slurred.

Cleo looked around for Bridget, but she must have been in the back.

“Can you give me a second? I have another table that’s waiting on me,” she lied.

“You’re playing hard to get.” He placed his hands on the counter and leaned over it, his face close to hers. Cleo swallowed hard, but stood her ground even as his whiskey breath poured over her.

“I can wear you down,” he whispered.

“I really have to get to my table.”

Bridget walked through the kitchen doors and watched the uncomfortable exchange before marching over with authority. Kev spotted her and sneered at Cleo before putting a wad of cash on the bar. “I’ll be leaving to find another bar with better service and hotter bartenders.”

Bridget and Cleo watched him walk unsteadily toward the door. Cleo let out a sigh of relief when the door shut behind him.

“Are you okay?” asked Bridget, putting her hand on Cleo’s back.

“I’m fine.”

“You didn’t look fine.”

“He was just a little pushy.”

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